You got to make the morning last.
Just kicking down the cobble stones.
Looking for fun and feelin’ groovy.
– Simon and Garfunkel
One of the reasons that I enjoy traveling alone is that I like to stroll and take my time. I can move quickly when necessary. I commuted through central London for 5 years. I know how to dodge confused tourists and I always, always, always walk down the escalators on the left hand side. But, when I’m not in a hurry, I prefer to take my time, enjoying the flowers, the architecture, the animals. For me, a walk into town is an opportunity for a scavenger hunt. I’m always on the look out for something different, or pretty, or strange. Understandably, this can be annoying when I’m traveling with another person (mainly, my husband). To be fair, he starts out okay, but by the 10th photo of the SAME flower, his patience wears thin. I get it. It must be annoying. Sometimes I annoy myself. I am obsessed with achieving a certain aesthetic. I have a love-hate relationship with this character trait of mine. I love the artistic process, but I hate that it takes up so much of my time. I lose hours. But a bigger part of me understands that I’ve spent YEARS of my life employed in jobs which had me doing tasks that I hated. That were completely devoid of joy and beauty. So, for now, while I have the chance, I will continue to stroll and take my time. I will enjoy these simple blessings; smell the roses, pick weeds along the way and always pet the neighbourhood cats.